Do I have a place to sit and read?
Do I have some money to buy my cheese?
Do I have a roof to keep me dry?
Do I have a fire to sit beside?

Do I have some friends who sit with me?
Do I have a pot for coffee and tea?
Do I have a project or two or three?
Are they a small gift to the world from me?

Well, then, I don’t think I need one more cent
To sit under this roof, to call me content